On a lilac sky evening like this,
It’s a shame to think about you.
When the first morning wind hits my eyes,
It’s pitiful to open them from a dream about you.
We’ve played this game before,
So I already know your moves.
Knowing me and knowing you,
This can go on forever.
As long as I am the one,
Who is persistent and willing.
If only I can endure the humiliation,
Which you continue to send my way.
These funny ways of yours,
Of being dishonest and heartless.
There is nothing I can do,
But try and focus on anything else.
Is all I am bound to receive.
Is what will heal me from this disease of loving you.